And now he had another. Darian gave it up so easily, without a second thought. No one at the body shop had ever trusted him with a key to the place before. Even his own mother had changed the locks once he ran off, though he suspected Cal was behind that move. Stacy fumbled his wallet out of his back pocket and slid the key in with the one to his apartment. “Thanks,” he whispered. For the key, yes, and for the job, of course, but for giving me a chance, too,he added silently, when no one else even wants to bother.
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